"Right now, Chen has only suppressed the onset of the poison, but has not eliminated the poison. Chan Master Cui must immediately go to the Danlin Academy of the Imperial Academy or the Prison Department to receive isolation and treatment. During this period, he cannot communicate with anyone.

"

When Cui Da heard this, he immediately panicked.

"Danlinyuan, Prison Controller? If you don't want to go, don't go!"

"I'm just a fair-weather monk, not a fireworks monk. How can I exchange spiritual blood with others!"

Having said that, Supervisor Cui suddenly struck him with a knife and knocked him unconscious.

"Qingru, please send him to Danlin Academy immediately to find Dr. Tan."

"yes!"

Cui Qingru immediately picked up his son, turned around and bowed to Chen Yanjun again:

"The old scholar from the Qing Dynasty came to Hutu, but he didn't see the talent of the young master. He will definitely come to express his gratitude someday!"

After that, he jumped onto the flying chariot and flew to the Imperial College at low altitude.

Although flying is prohibited in the inner city, if there is a life-or-death emergency, you can fly low.

…

In the front garden, a gust of wind passed by, leaving no sound.

Everyone was shocked and speechless.

Don’t ask for the name of the poem, don’t hesitate to save people... You are obviously just a young man, why do you have such great Confucianism?

You know, once the rescue fails, how much pressure will an outsider bear?

Even so, Mr. Chen took action resolutely.

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Chen Yanjun.

But no one dares to talk nonsense: you can question it, but you can't praise the newcomer casually. You can only praise the newcomer after the old lady has made a conclusion.

This is the Cui family rule.

Front garden.

Cui Wanjun looked at Chen Yanjun with his hands behind his hands.

He suddenly couldn't see through this kid. Could it be that he really entered the third realm of nourishing qi in a mortal body?

On the side, Mrs. Cui finally spoke.

"Mr. Chen does not ask for poetic talent, but he does not hesitate to save people with his medical skills. He has both political integrity and talent. It is my Cui family who is rude."

Before Chen Yanjun could say a word or two of modesty, the old lady suddenly changed the subject.

"Of course, Yourong is a cultivator. If she hadn't deliberately suppressed her in these years, she would have already reached the seventh level."

"The so-called special path between immortals and mortals, if the young master's physical constitution and cultivation cannot keep up, it will be like having a deceased husband, and the ending will inevitably be disappointing."

"I heard that Mr. Chen's marrow cleansing was successful. Next, we will test whether Mr. Chen's bones after the marrow cleansing are suitable for cultivation and whether his physique is strong. If he can pass the test, the entire Cui family will bless you and You Rong in your marriage."

Chen Yanjun breathed a sigh of relief.

This is also a matter of course: if your cultivation and physical skills are not enough, it will kill you if you practice double cultivation with a cultivator.

"This is natural. I don't know how to compare it?"

The old lady said in a persuasive manner:

"What is Mr. Chen good at?"

Chen Yanjun said:

"Physical skills and weapons can also be used."

At this time.

A man strode out from the crowd.

It was Cui Qingru's second son, the younger brother of Master Cui who was carried away, Cui Wudao, a sixth-grade magician.

I have also seen this man, Chen Yanjun, who is short in stature and has a thin face. He is wearing an indigo blue Taoist robe and is watching and teaching swordsmanship at Immortal Palm in the outer city.

Cui Wudao's eyes were clear and handsome, and he said coldly:

"Wudao proclaimed his own spiritual lineage and asked Mr. Chen for some sword skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, another person walked out of the crowd.

"inappropriate!"

Chen Yanjun took a look and saw that it was Cui Qian'an who had previously called him sister-in-law.

Among the male descendants of the Cui family, Cui Qian'an is considered to be outstanding in appearance. Although he is also dressed in white Confucian clothes, the tailoring is extraordinary and looks like an immortal robe. His appearance and aura are obviously superior to others.

What's more, Cui Qian'an is a sixth-grade Confucian master in his thirties, and has much higher potential and status than Cui Wudao, a sixth-grade magician in his fifties!

"Second uncle's Dao sword is a tool used by Taoists to perform magic. If the spiritual veins are completely sealed, how can it compete with Mr. Chen who is forging a body?"

Cui Qian'an questioned rationally.

Only then did everyone realize that Cui Wudao was grateful to Mr. Chen for saving his brother and deliberately stepped forward to help him pass the test.

To be honest, Mr. Chen does not seek poetry, and he takes risks to save people regardless of past grudges. It is indeed a pity that such a noble person cannot get along well with Yourong because he is not qualified.

Cui Wudao is not the only one who has this idea. Except for Cui Qian'an's family, almost everyone has this idea.

Chen Yanjun saw that Cui Qian'an wanted to regain his face. As long as he could seal his spiritual veins, he didn't care who his opponent was. He put his hands behind his back and said with a smile:

"So, Qian'an wants to compete with me in sword competition?"

This time, Cui Qian'an was no longer arrogant, but deliberately lowered his posture, cupped his hands and said with a smile:

"I would like to ask my sister-in-law for advice."

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Chapter completed!